we could make a movie together (em haywood x reader +18)
you meet em a little after the jean jacket incident, traveling all the way to the desert to do some filming and she sparks your interests. after telling you about her filming experiences, y’all decide to film something together, but em suggests you should be the star.
you ask you shall receive, here’s the em x reader you guys wanted !!!
you already know my usually warnings :smut, overstim, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, dom! em, switch! reader, smoking, recreational drug use, slight public sex, sex tape making, jokes during sex, high sex, this is a lesbian relationship so they move fast much like all lesbians do. (i can make that joke i am a lesbian)
song inspo: GIRL by the internet ft KAYTRANADA
as always my dear reader dedication: @verachii @blackgcomica @rxcently @superficial-saturnrings @szalipcombo @dejaonline
moving to the fucking desert was not a good idea, you’re starting to realize.
you’ve been rewriting your screenplay for about two weeks now and, as your film teacher had said, when you asked her for filming tips, “the desert is the best place to start!”
stupid fucking white lady, there ain’t shit out here.
you were working at a gas station just outside of a studio lot for about four weeks, just making some money so your mama don’t kick you out since you’ve moved back in with her. it doesn’t pay enough and you’re actively not working, pulling out your phone when the door goes off, you automatically yell out, “welcome in,” not even bothering to look up.
once the person is finished shopping, she’s buying a scratch off ticket and some chips, she comes forward and ask, “yo how much for the raspberry mango flavor?” and is already pulling out her wallet before she gets a good look at you and kinda smirks.
you turn around before you meet her eyes and say, “$5.68, you want one?” and she says ‘yeah’ behind you and you grab one and meet her eyes.
oh fuck, she’s fine. you smile, “hey,”
she nods back, “hey.” you start ringing up her stuff, “whatchu doing all the way out here?” you ask, making conversation.
she kinda laughs a bit, “i mean i was bout to ask you the same thing. i stay up here with my brother, but i ain’t never seen you before,”
you smirk and tell her the total before adding, “i’m staying up with my mama for a second. trying to get into filming and i heard the desert is ‘nice and open’,” you say sarcastically and she nods.
she looks you up and down and chuckles, “you into filming?” and you nod as you take her $20 and start collecting her change and she adds, “well i’m actually apart of filmmaking history, my uhh something great grandfather was the first man to ever be filmed. alistar e haywood, look it up,”
you snort at her, “bullshit,” and she laughs, and grabs her stuff, “i’m so for real, i promise, you too cute to lie to,”
you roll your eyes, “i guess you should put me on then, we could make a movie together, ms haywood,” you say snarky. she looks at your name tag, smirking, “em, is fine, y/n,”
you blush at hearing your name, “so we gon get together and shoot something or what? i get off at 5,” you feel bold and she laughs, “yeah, imma be back and get you, we film something at my place, alright? my brother’ll be there but he’s cool,”
you nod, “i’ll see you then,”
em winks and walks off with her stuff and heads out the door, and you look at the clock, “shit,” you whisper.
at 5:15, a truck comes back around as you walk out and you hear em, “hey, you need a ride?!” as she spins around to pull up next to you. you chuckle, jacket in hand, and open the passenger door and get in,
“hey,” you say and put on your seatbelt and she greets you back, “ey imma let you know now we gotta long ride so go head and take your shoes off and get comfortable, girl,” and you do so. the sun hasn’t set yet and the windows are slightly down, her music is playing and you sigh as you take your shoes off and make conversation.
“so what’ve you made so far, miss film royalty?” and she chuckles, “a bunch of shit, actually. in fact i’m just coming off a gig right now,”
you side eye her, “yeah, buying a scratch off usually means you just got off a gig that paid you very well,” you say sarcastically and em laughs, “woah, i never said i got paid, what if i was just there having fun?”
“then it ain’t no gig, you was just fucking around,” you laugh back and she puts her hands up in surrender, “and that i was,” now you’re really wondering what she actually shot, if anything at all.
you turn a couple of corners and pass jupiter’s claim, the police tape still up and the cars of all the guests that had just disappeared still there. you speak again, “hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared from here? yknow what actually happened?”
she smirks, “yeah, well i live here. that was actually my last gig,” you look back at her, “then what happened?”
em smiles, “okay, so first, i gotta tell you about jean jacket.” the whole car ride she tells you everything: she starts with her dad dying and how her brother took over their ranch, she tells about jupe’s claim and how he bought most of their horses and ‘fed’ them to this jean jacket character, who seems to be a predatory animal-flying saucer type thing? you’re trying to follow along the best you can. she talks about her triumphant ride to jupes claim and feeding jean jacket the ballon jupe and making it explode, and then getting, what she called, the “Oprah shot”.
you’re at the ranch once she’s finished with the whole story and she looks at you, expectedly. you’re looking back at her before you start laughing, “ohhh, holy shit, okay, okay i get it. this is your pitch right? like this is your movie and the ‘gig’ was the incident so you made up a whole story? okay shit that was one hell of a pitch, but i get it, it’s a solid pitch—”
she cuts you off, “woah, hold on, i’m not joking, i promise. and it ain’t no pitch, either. look, you come to room i got all the proof you need up there.” she says getting out the truck and walking towards the door.
you huff, following, “i mean that sounded like you just want me in your room,” and she looks back at you, smoking a bit, “i mean of course i want that, but you think i’m lying so i’m trying to show you i’m being for real,”
you sigh, rolling your eyes and deciding to go along with it, “yeah, yeah,”
once you’re both inside, you see her brother walking from the kitchen, he doesn’t greet you, he just sighs and says, “em, cmon,”
and you see her come to your cover, “hey she’s a film student we’re here to talk about some camera stuff, nothing else. y/n, this is oj.” your eyes widen a bit and you can tell it’s obvious in your face because then oj says, “otis junior. like my dad,” and you relax a bit and mutter a “nice to meet you,” mostly to avoid feeling any more awkward than you already do.
he mumbles out, “imma go do some work, keep the music down,” and em grumbles behind him, “yeah, yeah go on,” and he’s out the door, leaving you two alone.
“sorry about him he don’t like meeting people that much, especially after what happened, yknow.”
you smirk at her, “so what im hearing is that you bring a lot girls back with you after your ‘gigs’, huh?” em fakes hurt and huffs out, “oh fuck you,” and makes you follow her to her bedroom. you mutter back, “im sure you want to,” and she laughs.
em’s room is what you’d think it was by looking at her— a bit messy with posters everywhere, some of family, most of records and artists, and a lot of it is postings about the jupes claim incident. but there’s one picture that grabs your attention, it’s right above her dresser, it looks like one of those old rodeo pictures, with the chunky framing and the big boarders. but that doesn’t capture your attention, what does is the contents of the of the photo, you really can’t make it out since it’s an above angle but it looks like a big folded sheet flying towards a ballon.
“that’s jean jacket,” she says as she catches you staring. you look back at her, “it looks like a sheet and a ballon fighting,”
emerald laughs and puts her hands up in defense, “hey you don’t have to believe me, let me see this script you working on,” she takes a drag of her juul as you both sit down and you pull out your computer from your bag and open your script. you’ve shown it to plenty of people so you’re not embarrassed of your work but there’s something about em that makes this feel a little bit more intimate than the other times you’ve done it.
she’s reading hard, completely quiet and smoking lightly and your eyes can’t move away from her. she notices you staring and glances at you and you hurriedly look away before you hear a quiet chuckle. you look around the room some more, seeing more pictures of her family and some horses. time passes and she ends her reading and sighs. you jump, “well?”
she exhales, looking up, “well… it’s good, but you clearly wrote yourself as the main character, it’s like obvious as fuck,” she says getting up and you scoff at her, still sitting, “no i didn’t—”
she cuts you off, “young girl leaves school to find her passion in the ‘woods’ and gets caught in some psycho shit without telling her friends because they’re all the way back home? that’s just you, baby, it’s alright,”
the word baby throws you off and you blink before defending yourself, “it’s not a self insert, i stand by that, and even if it were, would that be a crime? like, yes i take my source material from what i know best— me. is that so crazy?” you huff in annoyance and look away. em stands in front of you and moves your head in her hands to look at her.
“you are really worked up right now,” she laughs out and you roll your eyes and turn away, she grabs you again, “wanna smoke?” shaking the juul she bought from you this morning in her other hand.
you sigh and stand grabbing it from her and inhaling. you blow the smoke in her face and she laughs, “yeah, i knew you would,”
you’re definitely high once the sun sets. you’ve been smoking with em for about two hours now, watching movies and eating a bunch of junk food as she tells you about all the film work she’s done.
she pulls out all her pops’ work and shows you which ones her brother worked on and which ones she had a hand in. you’re interested— you are, totally, but you feel that light arousal that pulses through your body as you and em talk more and she gets more closer to you. she starts whispering to you after a certain hour, probably because of what oj said, and you whisper back and giggle.
at one point you’re both in her bed laying side by side and she sits up, “we should make a movie together,” and you laugh, taking another puff, “yeah what about?”
she shrugs, “ion know screen writer, make up something right now, go,” she says and you sit up to face her as she takes the juul from your hands and smokes herself.
you think for a bit, “umm, someone finds out they’re in an alternate dimension and they have to kill a scary deer to get out,”
em laughs hard, “what the fuck? why a deer?”
you laugh back, “deers are scary, man, why do they look like that? that one episode of adventure time fucked me up for life. yknow that deer with the hands? creepy as fuck.” you say and smoke after her, watching her eyes.
she smiles at you, “nah, another idea, go,”
“maybe you’re trapped in the desert and every time you think someone is watching you, you get relocated and changed memories,” em smokes, and nods, “okay then how do they get out?”
you shrug, “you said pitch not full movie,” and she laughs again and passes you the juul and you inhale. she’s staring at you, you note and it makes that slight pulse in your body go from slight to extreme. you murmur shifting, “why you staring at me, em?” trying to maintain innocence.
she’s so bold so she says, “cuz you’re cute. and i wanna kiss you,” you look at her lips and lick yours, “and i think you wanna kiss me too, yeah?”
you nod, leaning a bit closer, and she leans too, “you can kiss me if you want, gorgeous,” and you sigh and lean forward, smashing your faces into one another as you grab her neck.
fuck, her lips are so soft and you feel her moan against you and pull you closer. her chapstick tastes like mango and you moan against her right back and wrap your arms entirely around her neck.
she moves you a little, and now you’re on your back, she on top of you, kissing and licking all over your mouth and rubbing up and down your sides. fuck, you feel your underwear get soaked so quickly, trying to close your legs to hide it and em stops you and pulls away, “uh uh, lemme see,” she whispers into your ear and you gasp and nod and let your legs fall open.
she kisses down your clothed chest and sighs before beginning to open your jeans. you sigh, watching her slowly move before she stops entirely, almost like an idea comes to her head,
“hey, did you still wanna make a movie with me?” em says all the way breathless and you gasp, catching the innuendo. you smile, “yeah, yeah, i do,”
she laughs a bit and kisses a small, “hold on,” in your leg and gets up to dig around for her camera. once found, she places it on the dresses opposite to her bed and clicks record and makes sure you’re both in frame, smiling.
you begin to take your shirt off, feeling the arousal you felt all the way in the your finger tips as em climbs back onto the bed and kisses you breathless once more. she pushes you back in the bed again, hovering over you and groping your breasts with her cold hands.
she kisses down your neck and turn your head, sighing, making eye contact with the flashing red light of the camera. you smile and moan again as she takes your bra off single handedly and begins to suck on your nipples. you arch up, moaning, fuck, being high had made you sensitive.
she laughs a bit, nipple still between her teeth, and licks down to your still opened jeans. you sigh out, “fuck, em, hurry,” and she mumbles “yeah,” against you as your jeans come off and all that’s left is your pretty pink underwear, damp and sticky.
“so cute,” she whispers in your thighs and kisses you there as you flinch and sigh, “please, please, baby, i need you, don’t tease,”
she looks up at you and swears, suddenly moving your underwear to the side and putting her whole mouth on your pussy. you arch up and moan loudly, a small yell of her name comes out of your mouth as your hands find hers against your thighs.
fuck, em is a messy eater, so focused on consuming you that you hear all the sloppy and wet noises coming from your pussy. you moan at it, the thought of how eager you are exciting you beyond compare and all your senses completely over spiked. god being high during sex is actually crazy, you think slightly as you moan again, and whisper, “haaa, em, em, i’m close, i’m gonna cum, baby,”
she nods against you, letting you know she heard you and grabs your hands again and squeezes them twice, a small ‘go ahead’ is all you need. you moan aloud, back arching and you squeeze your eyes close as silent moans fall from your mouth, gasps and breathless whimpers escape you. she holds you down through it and even when you’re done, she sucks gently against your clit and you moan in overstimulation, “em, em, em, hahh, stop baby, i can’t—” you say breathless and she pulls away, chin dripping.
she takes your underwear off full and sits you up to kiss her, tasting yourself on her tongue. you moan in her mouth and kiss her deeply as you begin to take her underwear off as well, her hoodie and bra already gone. you kiss down her toned stomach until you get to her pussy, so pretty and dripping and you look back up at her,
her eyes are hooded, “whatever you wanna do,” she whispers back and you grin, standing up on your knees and pulling her in for another kiss before rubbing your hand over her lips and separating them and feeling her slick, fuck, she’s really wet. you hear her moan into the kiss as your fingers enter her, her pussy already accepting two and she breaks the kiss to let out a choked moan, “fuck,” is all she can whisper, still trying to keep her voice down.
she holds onto your shoulders as you finger her, biting back her moans as she clenches around you. you take another look into the camera and whisper, “i bet you’ll look so good on tape, em,” and she bucks against you, sighing a “yeah, fuck,” out for only you to hear.
she’s already about to cum, just as fast as you did, and you encourage her, “go ahead,” and she twitches against you and stumbles a moan down her throat, still trying to be quiet. you moan at the feeling her clench around you and it takes a minute before she’s done and you pull your fingers out and sigh, bringing them to your lips and sucking. she looks at you breathless and pulls you in for another kiss, and you both can taste the other on your lips.
fuck, this is really hot.
em pulls away first, and sighs, “you wanna keep going or you good?” and you smile as you rub your hands down her back, “what else did you have in mind?”
“i got my strap in my dresser if you were okay with that,” she says so causally and you laugh a bit, both still high and shocked at her boldness, “you want me to fuck you or the other way around?” you say and lay back down and she hovers above you smiling, grabbing the juul you both had discarded on the pillows and smoking, puffing the air in your face, “nah, i can fuck you, you fuck me tomorrow,”
you raise an eyebrow, “who said im finna be here tomorrow?” you joke and reach for the juul and inhale, “i know you gon spend the night so what’s the point in lying about it? you can stay over by the way, i wouldn’t want to end our movie so soon,” she says and points to the camera and you laugh,
“okay, well fuck me then. i am the star after all right?” you ask and she leans down and smirks, “yeah, yeah you are,” and captures your mouth once again. you kiss for a while before she pulls away and reaches for the nightstand and pulls out her lube and strap, you glance at it, “pink, of course,” you joke and she smirks back at you, “don’t tell me you like the flesh ones,”
you laugh as she grabs her boxers and puts them on, “i mean i’m not opposed,” you clarify and she mocks disgust, laughing slightly, and nodding as she puts the strap on and grabs the lube, but you stop her, “can i?” you whisper and she looks at you before licking her lips and nodding, leaning back slightly and you climb on top of her, squirting some lube on your hand and stroking her slightly.
em curses, watching, her pupils blown wide, fuck, you’re both still high as hell, you totally forgot. the nicotine is setting deep in your veins that it feels like a light pulse, a soft guiding voice, even, and you lean forward and capture her mouth again, before completely settling on her pelvis, pushing back so your entirely on top.
she reaches around you and starts groping your butt and you moan lowly in her mouth once two fingers into your pussy, scissoring slightly to open you up. youre still stroking her as she fingers you and you can’t help but moan at the thought of what you are doing might look like on the tape you’re making. you release her mouth, “ready?” you ask breathless and she moans back a “yeah,” and takes her fingers out.
you adjust yourself completely and hover slightly above her strap and she watches you carefully as you lower yourself and you both let out moans of excitement as you feel her enter you and sit complacent on her lap. you moan again, the feeling of em inside you paired with the subtly of being high in your body has you completely overwhelmed. you feel em rubbing your thigh and she sits up slightly, “hey,” she whispers to you and you open the eyes you didn’t know you had closed,
“you good?” she says, completely sincerely, and you sigh and wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “yeah, yeah, i’m good. you feel good,” you whisper back, and she nods along, rubbing your back and butt, waiting for you to adjust. she kisses against your neck, muttering, “yeah? you want me to move?” and you nod, your legs suddenly and completely giving out and she nods too, thrusting up slightly and you moan aloud, the movement making your back arch into her.
em comes back to look at you for confirmation that you’re okay and you nod, “yeah keep going,” and she starts, completely thrusting into you and holding you steady on top of her and you moan again, “fuck, oh fuck me, baby,” and she sighs, kissing and biting at your neck.
you feel her moving you, and inside you, and you’re suddenly on your back and she’s holding your legs up as she thrusts with long, fluid thrusts that cause you to toss your head back into her sheets and moan aloud again, “auhhhhgg fuck, fuck em right there,” you say incoherent, her dick and her nicotine literally making you speechless. she plays with your clit in her left hand and grabs your legs and spreads them wider, “feel good?” she says breathless, and all you can do is nod, so high in two different ways, your skin feels like it’s melting, your mind completely lost in the feeling.
the heat you felt suddenly pooled all over your body, fuck, how long had em been fucking you? you felt like you were completely delirious, and all you could do was moan out slurs of pleasure and em’s name. em seemed to be lost in you as well, her thrusts getting sloppy and her speech slurring like yours, fuck, you felt like you were going to cum.
you tried to warn her, “hahhhh, em, cum — cumming, i feel it, i feel it,” and she may have heard you but em was completely invested in your legs, rubbing them up and down and holding you thighs open so she could look right at your pussy as she fucked you. you toss your head back and groan, frustrated you literally couldn’t talk but that feeling soon came to pass as your orgasm slowly climbed up your entire body and you feel your pussy begin to ache.
your moans change in tone, gathering at the back of your throat and getting higher and em wakes up, “oh, fuck, you’re gonna cum? is that what you were saying?” and you nod and feel her lean down, keeping her pace and she whispers, “look at me baby,” you look at her in her eyes and whine, not being able to hold contact, and she sighs, kissing your neck and your body twitches and you wrap your arms around her and moan, completely letting go as you hear her encouragement in your ears— “cum for me baby, go ahead lemme feel you, i gotchu baby, let go,”— making your head ring a high pitched noise.
you let out an elongated, “fuckkkkkk,” and let yourself go entirely, legs twitching and you feel your pussy clench around em’s strap and she moans too, slowing her thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm and you let it too, your orgasm feels long, like hours pass, and you’re sure it isn’t but being high as completely overwhelmed your senses and you feel your body unravel on itself.
you let out high pitched moans of over stimulation once you’ve finished and em pulls out quickly, kissing your face and mouth, shushing you and rubbing your pussy lightly with her hands. your buck again, “ahhmm, fuck! fuck, fuck, em,” and she coaxes you through it. she lays next to you and pants as you calm down, and she laughs a bit as she checks the time on her phone,
“bruh we’ve been fucking for three hours,” she says, sounding high as shit, and you laugh too breathless, opening your eyes slowly and blinking up at her, “then we’ve been filming for three hours, too, yeah?” you say still panting and she looks over at the camera and chuckles, “yeah i guess we have. you good?” she asks again and you sit up, still twitching, “yeah i’m good. your turn?” you joke and em’s eyes widen,
she practically barks out, “girl go to bed, i told you tomorrow!” and em gets up as you lay back down and laugh. she takes off her boxers and walks over to the camera and shuts it off. you see her wobble slightly as she gets up but you don’t mention it, you just slightly chuckle to yourself.
she comes back to bed with a long shirt and head wrap in her hands already having her shirt and wrap on. you smile and mutter a “thank you” and em lays next to you, sighing.
you lay back, the sounds of crickets and horses outside drifting you to sleep, before you say, “did you really think my script was just a self insert?” you turn to look at her and her eyes are closed so you try to drop it before you hear, “no, no i didn’t. its… it’s good. i’m kinda jealous. i wish i could write as well as you,”
you turn on your side and she does too, looking into your eyes as deeply as you are hers, “you want me to read your stuff?” you whisper sincerely, and she nods, “just— just don’t make fun, alright? i’m more camera work, so if it’s not as good, don’t say nothing,” you smile, she’s so defensive, it’s cute.
“okay.” you whisper back and feel sleep override you, as your eyes drift close. em leans over and kisses your temple, sweet, and whispers back, “i want you to stay with me,” and you hear it, as quietly as she tries to hide it, it still reaches your ears.
you smile harder, slightly asleep and say, “i will,” like it’s a promise, because you know it is.
“yeah it’s good, better than yo shit that’s for sure,” you hear in the morning as you wake up,
“nigga, shut up, that wasn’t the point damn, i was just telling you her stuff is good,” you hear em’s voice retort back and you hear a deep laugh and then some more shushed whispers and you sit up slightly, checking the time, 9:58 am, damn you’re happy as fuck you don’t have to work today.
you get out of bed and the floors creak and the whispers suddenly stop and you hear footsteps come to em’s door, “hey you up?” and you yawn back a “yeah,”
she opens the door and greets you again, standing at the door in some shorts and big crop top and some boots, “me and oj, we’re gonna go get some breakfast, you wanna come?” you smile, and get up and walk up to her,
“yeah, as long as we can make the next part of our movie tonight,” and you rush out the door before she can say anything but you hear her laugh from behind you.
whewwww em come home!! anways i hope you guys enjoyed i send in more requests!! i love reading them and you can always dm me if don’t wanna send it anonymously whatever you want just let me know!
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